Smile in the mirror with all your cries,
all your tender spots, raw...

Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

Why does the neckless
demand the finest necklaces...

You must want something
really hard to become...

Let me embrace your heart
you...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...